posted on Sep, 19 2010 @ 08:32 PM
As in me before me? The me that I was before I formed?
My brother believes in perfect souls that become corrupted when sent to earth to live inside human bodies. He has no explanation concerning why
something like this would be an important thing for a perfected soul to do. He simply knows that this is what souls do. I think he read it
somewhere. Or something that was sort of like that, and this is how he recalls it.
I don't believe in souls that exist before the human body they drive around is born. I'll probably go to hell for that, but it's not like I can
force souls to make any sense to me. They just don't.
I believe that we create our eternal selves with every thought that gathers from our churning little brains. Masses and masses of thoughts, all
collecting and comparing notes with one another. A vast community of ideas, reactions, imaginations, emotions, loves, hates, happinesses and
sadnesses - all hanging out like family and waiting for the body to drop so that they can get on with forever.
Maybe that's my idea of a soul. One big happy family of everything I've ever been in life.